Just when he turned and was preparing to leave, Yun Che’s steps suddenly stopped again. He turned back, and said. “In your duel tomorrow with Ling Yun, I hope that, the one who turns out victorious is not Ling Yun, but you. In that case, in the final match, your opponent… will be me!”
Even though he left just those few words, they were filled with arrogance and doubtless confidence, as though, in his eyes, the outcome of his duel with Ling Jie tomorrow had already been determined. Looking at Yun Che’s leaving figure, Xia Qingyue sank into a moment of silence, and then, she softly muttered to herself. “In a span of less than two years, just what in the world did he experience…”